Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Ambitions of the Dissolute

Xiao Ning did not walk very far away.

Although he was a time traveler, if he dared to go about telling people the tale of the Investiture of the Gods, he feared the several sages would obliterate him on the spot.

Only then did King Wei understand why the hermit in the desolate forest on the southern Chen border had ignored Xi Sa completely, yet treated him with special regard upon his arrival. The Wudang Daoist Saint motioned for him to take a seat, and only then did Yang Tian dare to sit down. The Daoist Saint held an extraordinary reputation in Central Wei, having received special imperial honors from the late king, exempting him from kneeling, bowing, or offering formal greetings even in the presence of the late king.

Only, Yan Qingyao had no idea what this meant at the moment; she only knew that this feeling was quite uncomfortable, carrying with it an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

"How could such a thing be? For people of our age to reach the top-tier first-class is already a sign of exceptional talent; how could we possibly attain the supreme-top-tier super-class? Therefore, miraculously defeating the Three-Wolf Battle King was truly a matter of many fortuitous elements. Furthermore, the Tai Chi Swordplay that you claim has fallen into demonic ways actually provides a tremendous boost to attack speed and strength in actual combat."

The tallest giant trees surrounding Titian City were only a few hundred meters high, upon which were built exquisitely crafted houses of unique shapes, brimming with artistic flair. This was the outer perimeter of Titian City, where the dwellings among the various trees were built by the elves themselves. They were generally inhabited by ordinary elves with no special affairs, serving as the outer rings of Titian City.

Wudi shook his head, and a slightly slender, uniquely shaped longsword suddenly appeared in his hand. The onlookers could not help but collectively draw a sharp breath: Judging by the young man's movements, he clearly possessed a spatial ring—anyone capable of owning a spatial ring was undoubtedly extraordinary.

"As a great CEO, President Bo should have an excellent memory, right? Besides, I always order this dish, which is why he remembers it so clearly," Mo Xialan looked at Bo Jingcheng and said with a smile.

"Alright, since it has come to this, I will just take things as they come. Later on, I'll give a call to the provincial capital and ask for leave from our class monitor!" Xiao Han laughed heartily and agreed.

"Great God Mo, I was truly out of my mind back then. I really, truly will never dare do it again!" Editor Cai turned instead to kneel before Mo Xialan and said tearfully.

"Could everything that just happened have been an illusion? But why did it feel so real? It felt as if I had truly fought against the statue. What on earth is going on? For someone with my divine sense to actually fall victim to an illusion is simply incredible!" Chen Long thought in shock.

Wei Qing was someone who almost never got angry, but if you harmed his friends or family, Wei Qing would become incomparably furious, and his rage would be exceptionally violent.

The crossbow bolts were fired in a volley once more, but due to the dimness of the evening, coupled with the dwarves' inherently poor night vision and shooting accuracy, those few crossbow bolts failed to serve even as a deterrent.

Seeing her mocking him thus, Lu Bo felt annoyed in his heart and wanted to strike again. However, firstly, he was injured, and secondly, he had failed to even see Yang Yi draw her sword just moments ago. Shocked by Yang Yi's agility, his face flushed completely red.

Glancing around, everything within Limbo was actually an illusion. Gomorrah represented one of the rare peaceful periods in Jing Qiongyue's life, and naturally, the Limbo in his eyes transformed into Gomorrah. Anyone with even the slightest understanding of the soul could clearly recognize this fact.

It was likewise fifty gold coins, yet the [Floating Ice] that Jing Qiongyue bought from other chosen ones possessed both damage and special effects. The heartless greed of the system was evident for all to see.

"Patriarch of the Ye family, you shall take the throne of the Emperor." Xulian turned his gaze toward the direction of the Ye family.

"I am sorry, Young Master Shao, I have already joined another faction and can no longer join the Qinghan Sect. Thank you for your kind offer," Ouyun Yun refused politely.